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WORKERS IN THE ST.

GEORGE

TEMPLE.

on

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SKETCH OF FRANCES C. BROWN. time by Sidney Rigdon, and they

were laid side by side.

Of our company of fourteen

from New York seven were taken I was born in Yarmouth, Nova in as many months. O the sad, Scotia, October 31, 1817. My

bitter and earnest realities of father Joshua, and my mother those days of anguish. How was Hannah Cann, were natives of it possible for humanity to attain the same place, but removed to strength to endure them? I was Portland, Chautauqua County,

County, in Nauvoo through all the perseNew York, when I was but five cutions. I saw the Prophet and years of age. Our home was his brother Hyrum on their way the beautiful shore of Lake Erie, to Carthage. I saw their mangled where I spent my childhood and bodies after they were brought early life, and though bred to toil home. I saw the disaffection of and privation, incident to the Rigdon and others. I saw Brigsettling of a new country, had

ham Young as

the mantle of many pleasant recreations. The Joseph fell upon him. I gospel net of so-called Mormonism married here by the Prophet. I caught our family in 1838, and received most of my blessings in from this time commenced the the Nauvoo Temple. I left realities and varieties of life, ser- Nauvoo in 1846, stopped sone ious and in earnest. The serious

year

at Winter Quarters. Left when friends and relatives de- Winter Quarters in the spring of serted us wholesale, the earnest 1848. I was sick the entire diswhen in the spring of 1839 tance of one thousand miles, and left our home and journeyed west, was brought on my bed. Lived not knowing our destination, as in the Seventh Ward of Salt Lake the Saints were then, through City. Removed to St. George in intense persecution in a scattered the fall of 1862. After the comcondition. After a journey of pletion of the St. George Temple, seven weeks we came to Com- early in 1877, was called by Presimerce, afterwards called Nauvoo, dent Brigham Young to labor in on the Mississippi River, where in the temple, which I considered a short time we were prostrated my home for seven years, during wth sickness, with not enough which time I received all the well ones to care for the afflicted. blessings pertaining to the everIn July my mother died in her lasting covenant, and have done wagon, being the first Latter-day the entire work for my dead so Saint that died here. My mother far as I have found them. I have breathed her last at sunset, and traced my father's and mother's Sister Huntington at sunrise the families back for four generations next morning. Both funeral ser

to the time of their first emigramons were preached at the same tion from England, and have

we

a

been mainly instrumental in the me and urging me forward in a baptisms and endowments, etc., way that I have been able to for more than six hundred of my learn of my ancestry in most relatives.

i marvelous manner, and such a I have had no particular or way that I am forced to believe open manifestations by dreams or that the key is my mother. visions, but I have been Removed to Nutrioso, Apache seriously and

very earnestly County, Arizona, in October, engaged in this work, there has 1883, which is now my home. been an influence working with

Frances E. Brown.

as

LITERARY DEPARTMENT.

A MISSIONARY'S LETTER. I left, but the calendar says so.
CHATTANOOGA, TENN. The time we look forward to
Feb. 16,

1893. appears so much longer than the Miss Ella Dallas:

time that has faded or passed. MY DEAR ELLA:-It has been As I sit thinking what would be just three months tonight since the most interesing thing to write, I said good-by to dear old Salt I am impressed with the shallow Lake City for my trip in a strange life of this so-cailed world. I find portion of the world. It is with myself comparing not only the peculiar feeling that I sometimes crooked, ill-shaped streets and think of my past associations in cities of the East with the beautithe Seventeenth Ward, more par- ful ones I left in Utah, but the ticularly the Y. L. M. Ι. Α. majority of people. Life is, as it On Tuesday nights my mind is held up to my view now, nothwanders to the Seventeenth Ward, ing but a race for popularity, and and I fancy that I see Ella, Mrs. the price paid for that popularity, Groesbeck, Vickie, Lottie, and or place on the human scale, is the faces of the faithful few who money, virtue and honor, each were always there, and at times one scheming and trying to gain it seems as though my thoughts more foothold. Men of the world and feelings mingle with theirs in say

our fair world is growing meeting. You may think because better, and that men have more I haven't written before I have widsom, etc.

True,

men have forgotten those left behind, but I more wisdom to cover up their ill haven't. The faces of my friends deeds than ever before. Everyare fresh in memory and ever will thing is sacrificed to gain their be.

ambition. The world is being It hardly seems possible that dragged through the vilest depths three months have gone hy since of infamy and vice. Never could

He can

more

are

I realize to what an awful extent negroes, from the color of charuntil I left fair Utah and her coal to white, is alone enough to noble workers to come into this make the heart sick. I gaze on cold world. The man who can them and wonder how can God bribe the lawyer, the judge, the contain His wrath. I wonder He juryman, etc., is the

one who

hasn't long ago taken judgment prospers.

But let him be careful in His hands. Then the words and pause before he goes too far. came to me, “Judge not that ye

never bribe the God of be not judged," etc. heaven and earth when he comes I would not part with the for judgment before His throne. experience I am gaining for anyThe world is full of people who thing in this world. I am could stand up and face danger proud every day of my people, in a bodily form. They would and when persons ask, “Are you perhaps fight for their country. a Mormon?" the proudest moThey would

make martyrs of ments I can live are while I themselves for influence, but how answer, “I am.” Our missionfew there are who can stand up aries are heroes, and God will and say they

not moral not forget His people unless they cowards! They dare not assert forget Him.

I feel that my lips right. They dare not sustain cannot utter praises enough to their own convictions of right lest God for my happy lot in being the finger of scorn be pointed at numbered with His people. them. I feel as though some time may begin to think that I can God must surely make Himself see no good in Babylon. Not so; known and make man his everyone will receive his reward accuser. Would that our young for the good he does. folks at home could all see where How is the Y. L. M. I. A. they stand and guard themselves prospering? Give my love to all more carefully. Would that it the members, and though I am could be branded in words of fire separated from them they are before

"Beware of never forgotten by me. I rememBabylon, the great; partake not ber every one from Sister Gróesof her sins and vices lest ye fall. beck down. Great are her abominations before

very contented

in my the Lord, and you cannot be in situation, and like my surroundher midst lest her influence clingings very much. We are boardto your garments."

ing in a very pretty place; it very Ella, you must think that I am much resembles Brigham Street growing radical; but how blinded at home; in fact I can walk up were my eyes and how dull my East Terrace where we live) and

before such revelations almost imagine myself on Brigham met my view. To go out on the Street, Salt Lake City. street and

the crowds of The sights and scenes of Chat

Own

their eyes,

I am

senses

see

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me.

never

worse

man

was

woman.

tanooga are very interesting to

negroes! Words cannot convey to Of course you know this is you the sights they present. The one of the old battlefields of the character of Topsy was south. I have taken several trips exaggerated. I have seen since my

arrival. Look Out looking pictures than she ever Mountain is directly south of my presented.

A negro window, with the Tennessee River | lynched here last week for comat its base. I can also see Mis- mitting an outrage on a white sionary Ridge, some large fac

He was drawn up on tories, fine houses, and the never the river bridge and his body to be forgotten negro huts. At shot full of holes. It is sufficient present the Tennessee River looks to say I was not one of the specalmost like a lake, as out on the tators. Enough of the negro at flats below me I can just see the present. tops of trees peeping out of the I will tell you of some of my water and several houses that look trips. I went up on Look Out like boats. I went down to the Mountain. This is the highest river bridge a few days ago and mountain here, and it is the place saw one house almost submerged, where the Battle Above the and a large farm entirely covered, Clouds was fought. On a clear with just the roof of the house on day from this point a person can it in view. Huge

trees and see into seven States, which is chicken coops, dog kennels, etc., quite a novelty. At the western etc., go down the river like chips. base of Mount Look Out lies the The whole surface of the water is little town of St. Elmo, named sometimes covered with drift for the book written by Augusta wood,

stalks, etc. The J. Evans. The blacksmith shop water has come within two hun- still stands there as described in dred yards of us, but can't reach the story. About fifty yards, and us unless it rises up, because we directly opposite our house here, are on a hill.

The rainy season stands the beautiful home of has come, and how it pours in a General Chamberlain, which has perfect torrent from morning till been built on the site of Fort night! If the river should rise Sherinda. I went over to Mismuch more it would flow into the sionary Ridge and saw the little business part of town and do ravine where Sheridan and his much damage. As it now is, the men mounted the ridge on foot, poor are the ones who are suffer- in the face of cannon, etc., and ing. Ella, we don't know what routed the rebels. Sheridan rode poverty is in Salt Lake City. I his steed to the base, and from have seen children here in the cold there led his forces on foot. weather without a thing on their General Grant's headquarters I bodies except a little thin dress, have not yet visited, although it and that in tatters. And the is a short distance from here. I

corn

went to the National Cemetery. have one little task that will last It is very nice. Over the stone one year,

from present indicaarch of the gate are these words, tions. It is to read and check all “Here rest

in
peace

12,956 the correspondence sent to this soldiers who died for their coun- office since 1880. You can well try from 1863 to 1865."

imagine the work attached. I Inside the gardens and walks work on this when the other is are beautifully laid out in the done. I don't have much time grandeur of Southern vegetation to be idle, but I can never do too and arrangement. The wall which much work for the Lord. I somesurrounds it is entirely covered times wonder how my little efforts with English ivy, and you may

at home were met. I know that imagine how lovely it is. On I was young and inexperienced, some of the stones is a number and no doubt did many things only, which marks the resting out of order, but it was the fault place of the soldier. As I stood of the head and not the heart. and gazed I wondered how many Ella, to me you have been one women's hearts were wrung with of the greatest helps of my life. sorrow for lost ones they knew Your patient, uncomplaining life nothing of, or whose lives had was a pattern always before my been sacrificed they knew not eyes, and many the time when I where. I saw the grave of one was downhearted I would say to

in their midst. Who myself, “Think of patient Ella," knows what impulse led her to and it helped me much. I join her fate with theirs? It value your frendship more than would take a long time to describe you will ever know, and I hope the deeds recorded there.

that I may never forfeit or lose We, George and I, were photo- it. graphed in the cemetery, with L.

Write and tell me about all you R. Wells, T. W. Sloan, Charles know would interest me. Margetts, George S. McAllister, We are working hard on J. W. Walker, R. M. Wright, spring emigration, which leaves Wm. Patrick and John Nicholson, on March 21st. There are so many Jr., when they were here previous poor among the Saints that it is to leaving for their fields of labor. rather up-hill work for a great We have one hundred and fif

many to get ready to leave. teen men in the field, which When they get attached to requires no small amount of office Elders they would lay down their work to meet their requests, lives for them. Word seems to queries, and wants. George has have been circulated among the assigned the mail order

papers that two Mormon Elders department, mailing tracts, books,

killed in Lewis County, etc., the book-keeping, and per- Tenn., but as we have none there mits me to write the releases. I it must be a mistake.

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